The moment Mord finished speaking, Draco Malfoy’s confident smile froze.
In the past, whenever he mentioned the prestigious name of the Malfoy family, people would eagerly try to win his favor.
So why wasn’t it working today?
Harry quietly let out a sigh of relief when he saw Mord step forward.
Ever since they met at King’s Cross Station, he had felt that Mord was calm, mysterious, and incredibly dependable.
“You… fine! Very well!”
Malfoy’s face turned pale with anger as he pointed toward the two large boys behind him.
“Teach them a lesson!”
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged nervous glances.
Goyle swallowed hard before whispering,
“Boss… there are four of them and only three of us.”
“What are you afraid of?” Malfoy snapped.
“I know magic too!”
He glanced confidently at Neville.
The timid-looking boy was obviously no threat.
Three against four.
The advantage was still his.
Encouraged by Malfoy’s confidence, Crabbe and Goyle put on fierce expressions.
Harry and Ron clenched their fists, ready for a fight.
Neville, however, was trembling so badly that he looked ready to bolt at any second.
“Mord…”
Both Hermione and Cho Chang looked worried.
Mord simply smiled reassuringly before drawing his wand.
“You really do enjoy throwing your weight around.”
“You said you know magic?”
“So do I.”
“Get them!”
At Malfoy’s command, the three charged forward.
Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry while Goyle rushed Ron.
Crabbe barreled straight toward Mord.
Mord remained perfectly calm.
He traced a smooth semicircle with his wand before pointing it directly at Crabbe.
“Dark Light Blindness!”
A beam of black light burst from the tip of his wand and struck Crabbe squarely in the face.
“Ahhh!”
Crabbe screamed.
A layer of black mist covered his vision, reducing everything around him to little more than vague shadows.
Thanks to Mord’s repeated practice, the spell had already reached Level 2, making its effects both powerful and reliable.
Still charging blindly forward, Crabbe completely missed Mord.
With one simple sidestep, Mord stuck out his foot.
Crash!
Crabbe fell face-first onto the floor.
A sickening crack echoed through the corridor.
His nose had taken the full impact.
Blood instantly poured down his face as tears filled his eyes from the pain.
The entire exchange lasted only a few seconds.
Before anyone else could react, Crabbe had already been defeated.
Turning back toward Malfoy, Mord smiled calmly.
“I think you’ve misunderstood something.”
“I don’t need anyone else’s help.”
“I’m enough to deal with all three of you.”
Malfoy’s eyes widened.
“W-What kind of spell was that?”
He had only been bluffing about knowing magic.
How was Mord already casting spells so skillfully?
Ignoring his shock, Mord pointed his wand again.
“Persistent Filth Curse!”
In an instant, Malfoy’s expensive school robes became covered in foul-smelling mud.
A horrible stench filled the air.
The moment Malfoy opened his mouth, he nearly gagged.
It smelled like a filthy sewer mixed with a neglected outhouse.
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He doubled over, desperately trying not to vomit.
The smell was unbearable.
Everyone nearby instinctively stepped backward.
Ron burst into laughter.
“Dung Malfoy!”
“Dung Malfoy!”
Whether from humiliation or the awful smell, tears streamed down Malfoy’s face.
“I’m telling my father!”
“I’ll have every one of you expelled!”
Covering his face with both hands, he stumbled toward the bathroom as quickly as he could.
Goyle immediately followed.
Still unable to see properly, Crabbe crashed into the carriage door before staggering after them with another painful cry.
Mord casually flicked his wand.
“Filth Cleared.”
The lingering stench disappeared instantly.
Malfoy would almost certainly lose that set of robes.
The curse wasn’t something that could be removed with ordinary cleaning magic.
As for Crabbe…
He would probably remain blind for the rest of the day.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t trip while getting off the train.
The system chimed.
[Ding!]
No one is allowed to outshine the future Demon King at Hogwarts.
Punish those who dared challenge your authority.
Reward: Darkness Points +10
Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione, and Cho Chang all stared at Mord with admiration.
Harry spoke first.
“Mord… thank you.”
“If you hadn’t stepped in…”
Mord simply waved his hand.
“Don’t mention it.”
In truth, he had expected the Darkness Point reward before making his move.
Helping them had simply been an added bonus.
Harry quickly introduced everyone.
“This is Ron Weasley.”
“And this is Neville Longbottom.”
Ron greeted him enthusiastically.
Neville, still nervous, simply nodded.
The group quickly became acquainted.
Trying to save face, Ron crossed his arms.
“We could’ve handled them ourselves.”
“Malfoy’s nothing.”
“My dad’s never liked his family anyway.”
Hermione couldn’t help muttering,
“I think if Mord hadn’t shown up, the two of you would’ve been beaten black and blue.”
Ron immediately fell silent.
“…You really talk too much.”
Cho Chang smiled as she gently waved away the last traces of the smell.
“Mord…”
“What spell did you use?”
He smiled casually.
“Just a few harmless prank spells.”
Of course, he knew perfectly well they were anything but harmless.
It was also his first real battle using the darkened spells.
Even he hadn’t expected them to be so effective.
Meanwhile, students from nearby compartments had gathered to watch the excitement.
Among them was a girl with short black hair and sharp, confident features.
Pansy Parkinson.
She stared at Mord with sparkling eyes.
That was definitely Dark Magic.
She had admired Bellatrix Black for years.
Seeing a first-year student wield Dark Magic so effortlessly filled her with excitement.
Perhaps even the next Dark Lord.
She desperately wanted to introduce herself.
Unfortunately, there were simply too many people surrounding him.
With no opportunity to approach, she reluctantly returned to her compartment.
It doesn’t matter.
He’ll definitely be sorted into Slytherin.
We’ll have plenty of chances to meet.
Meanwhile, Harry explained what had started the argument.
“Neville lost his toad, Trevor.”
“We were helping him search when Malfoy showed up.”
“A lost toad?”
Mord smiled.
“I think I can help.”
He took the White Jade Frog out of his pocket.
“White Jade.”
“Go find the toad.”
The little frog sniffed the air before leaping toward a nearby windowsill.
Everyone followed its gaze.
Wedged tightly inside a narrow crack was a frightened brown toad.
“Trevor!”
Neville rushed over and carefully pulled his pet free.
“Mord!”
“Thank you so much!”
Mord smiled and waved dismissively.
Just then…
He noticed Trevor staring fixedly at the White Jade Frog.
There was something strangely suspicious about the look in its eyes.
Don’t ask Mord how he knew.
He simply did.
“Neville…”
“Is Trevor male?”
Neville blinked.
“Uh… yes.”
“Why?”
Without another word, Mord quickly picked up White Jade.
His expression immediately became wary.
A common toad daring to dream about my White Jade Frog?
Not a chance.
Everyone laughed before saying their goodbyes.
Mord, Hermione, and Cho Chang returned to their compartment.
The system chimed repeatedly.
[Ding!]
The future Demon King has shocked everyone present and attracted widespread attention.
A fitting display for a Dark Lord.
Darkness Points +1
Darkness Points +1
Darkness Points +1…
The notifications continued several more times.
Mord couldn’t hide his smile.
So acting cool earns Darkness Points too?
Now that’s something I’m naturally good at.
(Meanwhile, the system silently wondered if someone hadn’t recently described himself as “kind, honest, humble, and shy.”)
After witnessing Mord defeat three opponents by himself, both Hermione and Cho Chang looked at him with newfound admiration.
The rest of the journey passed pleasantly.
The compartment was filled with laughter, conversation, and the sweet scent of magical snacks.
Before anyone realized it, night had fallen.
Outside the window, the silhouette of a magnificent castle slowly emerged against the darkening sky.
The Hogwarts Express let out a long whistle.
“Woooooo—”
Hogwarts had finally come into view.